Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing It's A Beautiful Day to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.